Out of Me: Pantalla del Mundonuevo

«... And under the search for the re-encounter in occult forces
the laws of time didn't understand it: they rejected it

and when there isn't an option anymore, an option. Anymore
and when all this castle of misunderstandings fall

how the recapitulation will be, in the end? The end
because, being out of me: does that mean that I'm free?»
























And I don't know if it's right, or if it's wrong
if it's better, or if it's... worse?
To live in this situation

in this situation, out of me.

You were the one who you were, that's why I summoned you, under the sphere of all creation
under this sphere

and I called out, your name I called out

out of me.


My senses incessantly persuade me : 
"In fact everything is entangled and obstructed around you
clogged and dead, is this abnormal theater true?"

(Abnormal and cyclical like the old criminal city 
the city-jail of my youth, which has been left behind forever, buried under the ashes.

Why hardened by force my march is, against my will? 
Why by force I shall keep on walking, condemned to never turn my back?
Why?)

Recluse in my own self, avoiding to think, inert under this -once- welcoming sun
my mind is such the senseless skin of a dead ghost inside out

but only out. Of me.




Everyday I wonder what I'm doing here, looking to the right and left_gris: 
gris everything is gris.




And how many times I wanted to find a solution about
how many, how many, how many, about

out/ the gris. Dead inside, out of me.



















I wish you good luck, sweet Dani from the past
the change will be fatal, and your newworld, trash.






Ha ha ha! Fatal! HA HA! Ha.




























Isn't this Cage unusual?